The water dripped down from the leaves to a slow rhythm. Drip, drip, drip. Among the branches were a number of small nests made lovingly of sticks and grasses. Small eggs and small baby birds were snuggled inside; their parents perched protectively on the rim or nestled in with their children.
The storm had been a bad one. Lots of rain and heavy winds. Scaring the little ones into thinking they might be blown away along with their home. But the nests stayed put, protected from the harshest part of the storm by the canopy of green arching around them.
Now that the storm had passed the sky was returning to a lighter grey, but was streaked here and there with swaths of dark storm clouds. The sun was slowly breaking its way through the blanket, casting a watery light that filtered down through the leaves of the tree.
The families of birds stayed nestled and safe in their nests, listening as the insects began to find their way out from their hiding places. Animals soon began to join them, and the birds began to sing.
The world was waking up after the storm. And the baby birds watched, from the safety of their nests, as the water dripped from the leaves to a slow rhythm.
Drip, drip, drip.
Love the description, I can feel the weather in the scene. Beautiful! Nice job–:)
Thank you 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Very nice, “rain” girl!
Thank you 🙂
I like how you start and end with the drip, drip, drip. I could feel the storm.
Thank you 🙂
Nice ? Feel Of Freshness altogether?
Thanks 🙂